Skip to comments.Another Obama Whopper
Posted on 06/01/2009 5:57:59 AM PDT by Beckwith
During the campaign, Obama told a story about his "uncle," Charles Payne's, WW II experiences to burnish his all-American upbringing. But Obama made a gaffe when he said his great uncle liberated Auschwitz. Well, Russian troops liberated Auschwitz, so the story changed that Payne was part of the force that liberated Ohrdruf, a subcamp of the Buchenwald concentration camp, in April 1945.
Well, this story wasn't a gaffe. It was a lie, on top of a lie, on top of a lie.
Records show that a Payne, C. T. served as a private with Company K, 355th Infantry Regiment, 89th Infantry Division, during World War II. The C.T. Payne listed on the roster of the 89th Infantry Division is NOT a relative of Obama.
Madelyn Dunham's brother was named Charles "W." Payne, not Charles "T." Payne. Genealogy records show that his grandmother Madelyn only had one brother, Charles W., and a sister Arlene. Charles W. was born to Rolla Charles Payne and Leona McCurry (nee) in 1924.
Not only that, It seems that "Uncle Charles" was in the Navy. Payne, Charles W., enlisted in the US Navy on November 10, 1942, at Board #4, Kansas City, Wyandotte County, Kansas. His US Navy serial number was 6293977.
There was a Charles T. Payne in the family. He was Obama's great great grandfather. He joined the military just after Pearl Harbor amid the fear and confusion on a "60 and over" enlistment that was meant to be defense at home. However, he also joined the US Navy. Payne, Charles T., enlisted on December 13, 1942, also at Board #4, Kansas City, Wyandotte County, Kansas. His US Navy serial number was 3427439.
Charles T. Payne was born in 1861. He would have been 81 years old, and totally unacceptable for active duty in the infantry -- he is not the C.T. Payne of the 89th.
That boy would not tell the truth if his life depended on it.
“Is anything about this guy on the level?”
In a word? No!
Jeeze, Who IS this guy?!
“Clearly, this Uncle Charles, is not the Uncle Charles I thought I knew.”
So, Obomba is a narcissistic, marxist, chronic liar. We’re so lucky.
His mother got him up before sunrise every morning to teach him the Constitution when he was in Indonesia, she didn’t have TIME to tell him about her Uncle Payne. No one is around to even tell us which hospital he was born.
He’s a media create faux president. The real obama is back in chicago.
Did the Navy liberate any camps, or sub-camps?
The amusing part of this is that the MSM would report it, but they couldn’t follow it if you led them through it with a leash.
Liar, looter, leftist.
Is anything about this guy on the level?
Difficult for someone who grew up on the outskirts of reality taught by all the great leftist America haters. He learned his lessons well, and the piper is now leading the rats to the river. Hopefully the children will not be as taken by his incessant piping.
Big Eared Muslim Boy only speaks words told to him by his master Satan.
From Accuracy In Media | AIM.ORG
Obamas Red Mentor Praised Red Army
AIM Report | By Cliff Kincaid | April 30, 2008
Frank Marshall Davis
Barack Obamas childhood mentor, Frank Marshall Davis, a member of the Moscow-controlled Communist Party USA (CPUSA), wrote a poem dedicated to the Soviet Red Army. Smash on, victory-eating Red Army, he declared. He also wrote poems attacking traditional Christianity and the work of Christian missionaries.
The Red Army poem goes beyond hoping for the communists to beat the Nazis in World War II and hails the Soviet revolution. It says:
Show the marveling multitudes
Americans, British, all your allied brothers
How strong you are
How great you are
How your young tree of new unity
Planted twenty-five years ago
Bears today the golden fruit of victory!
Barack Obama, from Dreams from My Father, Three Rivers Press, New York, Revised Edition, 2004, ISBN 1-4000-8277-3, p. 76-7:
"But by the time I met Frank [Frank Marshall Davis] he must have been pushing eighty, with a big, dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with Gramps out of an emptied jelly jar."
But he speaks so well! And the world loves us now. /s
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